"Oh, you absolute, glorious little monster," Sylvana gasped, her emerald eyes wide with a dawning, manic delight.
The feeling of her own fingers curling around the head of her cock, deep inside my rectum, was clearly a novel sensation, even for a queen who had doubtless tried every depravity known to elfkind.
She didn't pull out.
She didn't hesitate.
Instead, she began to… explore.
Her fingers—long, elegant, still glistening from my own slick—wrapped more firmly around the swollen, leaking crown of her own monstrous length where it bulged obscenely against the thin, elastic wall separating my ass from my throat.
She gave an experimental squeeze. A jolt, so powerful it made my teeth rattle, shot through me. The pressure was immense, a bizarre internal handjob that made me feel like I was being turned inside out in the most divine way possible.
"Mmm, yes," she moaned, the sound muffled by my thighs still pressed against her ears. "I can feel you… feel my pulse… feel every throb from this end and from your throat."
She flexed her embedded arm—slowly, deliberately—pushing another inch deeper until her knuckles grazed the fat, pulsing ridge of her corona. Then she curled those fingers again, this time dragging her nails lightly along the underside of her own frenulum from the inside.
My eyes rolled so far back I think I saw my own skull. A high-pitched, wordless keen escaped my lips, my whole body going rigid. A gush of my own arousal flooded from my neglected pussy, splattering against her chin and chest.
"That's it," she purred, her voice a dark, hypnotic rumble. "Sing for me, my little outlander."
The game had changed. This was no longer just a fuck. It was a twisted, self-contained ouroboros of pleasure, with her as the head and tail, and me as the writhing, ecstatic body in between.
I swiftly removed that thin barrier, allowing her to make full contact with her cock. A bit of self-modification that only I could perform.
The result?
Sylvana began to jerk herself off… inside me, right below my ribcage.
Her arm pumped in a slow, languid rhythm. Her fist glided along the impossible length of her shaft, the movement transmitted directly into my guts, her knuckles bulging against my inner walls with every upstroke. At the same time, the massive pillar of flesh filling my throat pulsed and throbbed in perfect sync.
It was the most intimate, most invasive, most utterly insane act I had ever experienced. I was a living conduit for her pleasure. A warm, wet, willing tunnel connecting her cock to her own hand.
She began to move her hips too. Slowly at first, then with more confidence. Each upward thrust of her hips pushed her cock deeper into my throat, while the downward pull of her arm drew the same massive length back through my rectum. She was fucking me from both ends, her own hand the stopper at the bottom.
The "performance art" I'd started with was long gone. The world dissolved into a symphony of wet, lewd sounds.
Schlick… schlick… schlick… went her hand in my ass.
Gag… choke… gurgle… went her cock in my throat.
Pat… pat… pat… went her heavy, churning balls against my nose.
And I loved every fucking second.
"You... you're a miracle," Sylvana whimpered, her emerald eyes bleeding into a solid, demonic violet as she picked up the pace. "A perfect, fuckable miracle."
My body wasn't just enduring—it was answering. My inner muscles clenched and rippled, milking her fist inside me, gripping the fat root threaded through my gut. Both my cock and pussy were cumming hands-free, painting the marble beneath us in my own slick, my hips bucking uncontrollably against her face.
I was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, my mind a complete blank, my body a puppet to her will.
"Look at you," she hissed, her voice distorted by a layer of demonic reverb. "Stretched... hollowed... mine."
That's when she did something new.
Her free hand, the one not currently fisting my insides, snaked around my hip. Her long fingers found my own neglected, weeping cock, standing stiff against my stomach.
She wrapped her hand around it.
I gasped—or tried to, but all that came out was a wet, strangled choke as her grip tightened. She didn't stroke. She just held it, possessively, aiming it at my own face.
A perfect, impossible loop. Her arm inside me, jerking off her cock, which was also in my throat, while she held my cock in her hand.
"I wonder..." she mused, her violet eyes glowing with a terrifying light, then, without warning, she came again.
It wasn't like the first one.
The first was a flood. This was an explosion.
A torrent of white-hot, corrupted energy blasted from her cock, so forceful it felt like a cannonball being fired through my torso. Her demonic energy, raw and potent, flooded my system, setting every nerve ending ablaze with a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
And since my insides were hollowed, her cock sealing my throat while her arm blocked the exit, my stomach began to swell from the sheer volume. My skin stretched, becoming taut and distended, making me look like a grotesque parody of pregnancy.
"Alright, I want to see some real fireworks," she panted, slowly pulling her arm out of my ass with a wet, slurping pop, and the moment she did.
PUSHHH!!!
My stomach instantly deflated as the massive buildup of cum, pressure, and demonic energy had no choice but to erupt upwards.
It was a geyser. A volcano. A fucking eruption.
Hehehe~... The great mountain of Morgana's ass has erupted.
The instant her arm cleared the stretched, fluttering ring of my asshole, every ounce of that pent-up, corrupted load found its only available exit.
Up.
Straight up.
The first blast hit the tiled ceiling twelve feet above us with an audible splat, raining back down in heavy, steaming ropes that painted both our bodies like obscene war-paint. The second surge was even stronger—arcing high, splattering across Sylvana's shocked, upturned face, streaking her golden hair, dripping from her lashes, filling her open mouth before she could even gasp.
She didn't close it.
She drank.
Head tilted back, eyes wide and glowing, she let the torrent pour straight down her throat while her own cock—still buried to the hilt in mine—kept pulsing, kept feeding the endless cycle. Every jet that erupted from my ass was immediately replaced by another from her balls, an obscene perpetual-motion machine of cum and corruption.
Hehehe~... and to make it even more... exciting.
"Ahhh~"
We both let out a shuddering, ecstatic moan as, in perfect sync,
I was using my own transformation to make Sylvana's cock even longer inside me, stretching my throat and my stomach to impossible limits while she was still cumming inside me.
In the end.
POP!
That angry cock head of hers forced its way out of my anus, slick and purple and throbbing.
It was a beautiful, monstrous thing.
"AHHHH~...." Sylvana screamed. A high, piercing cry of pure, unadulterated bliss, her back arching, her body convulsing, her demonic energy flaring, bathing the entire bathroom in a violent, violet light.
"This.... This is divine," she said, her voice a choked whisper.
She looked down at her own cock, now glistening and coated in a thick layer of our combined fluids, and then at me.
My body was a mess.
Cum was everywhere—in my hair, on my face, dripping from my tits, pooling in my navel, running down my legs. My stomach, once distended, was now flat again, but my skin was still slick with sweat and sex.
"How could this be?" she asked, grabbing me from the waist and lifting me up a little, just enough for her to see her own cock slipping back inside my ass, and down for it to pop back out again with a wet, squelching sound.
She repeated this a few times, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of shock, awe, and raw, unadulterated lust.
Like she was trying to solve a cosmic puzzle that was, in reality, a very simple, very perverted magic trick.
"You... you are..." she started, but her words failed her, her mind refusing to process the sheer, mind-breaking absurdity of it all.
Finally, the elven queen had her fun and pulled me up, her massive cock finally slipping out of my throat with a wet, slurping pop. I gasped, my lungs burning, my throat raw.
"Cough.... Cough," I coughed, my body trembling.
But I didn't fall.
Sylvana held me, her arms wrapped around my waist, her body pressed against mine, but her eyes were shifting rapidly between me and her cock that stood proud and hard.
50 fucking inches of raw, horny power.
A true masterpiece.
"Cough... do you like it?" I said, a smug grin on my face.
"You... you did this?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Hehehe~..." I chuckled, my voice hoarse. "I told you I was good."
"I've seen magic that can alter the body," she said, her voice a mix of awe and suspicion. "But not like this. Not... this. Is it permanent?"
I could see the cogs turning in her head, the greed, the desire. She wanted this. She wanted this power for herself.
"No," I lied. "It's a temporary... enhancement. For my enjoyment only."
"Such a shame," she said, her fingers tracing the length of her new, magnificent cock. "I would have liked to keep it."
"Well, with repeated use, your cock can grow to this size naturally," I said, my grin widening. "It's all about... practice."
"Hehehe... you hear that, my dear?" she said, addressing her cock as if it was a separate entity. "She wants to negotiate with us."
She then looked at me, her emerald eyes burning with a dark fire.
"Alright, my little miracle," she purred, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "What do you want in exchange for your... 'services'?"
"I want to fuck your royal pussy."